Its heat ran high enough to melt the protective spiritual power of a True Immortal Realm cultivator, yet inside his spirit well it stayed utterly quiet, like a sleeping phoenix.
Jared drew his spirit sense back from the spirit well and turned his attention to his meridians instead. Chaotic force flowed through his meridians like streams of purple rivers. Wherever it passed, the tiny cracks along the meridian walls were repaired one by one.
Under the steady nourishment of chaotic force, his body kept growing tougher and stronger. The power packed into his flesh alone was enough to let him tear apart a True Immortal Realm Level Five enemy with his bare hands.
Then his attention settled on the Dragonslayer Sword. The sword lay right beside him. Its scabbard looked plain and ancient, and several fine cracks ran across the blade. Those were scars left behind by the spatial storm.
Jared reached out, wrapped his hand around the hilt, and sent a thread of chaotic force into the blade.
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